Chapter One Hundred and Seven- Front Row

Andrew held Amy’s hand tightly as she clambered out of the car and into the house.  The man waved the driver away as he went to park the car. Amy’s hands were sticky with unidentified messes. It was probably from the ice cream she had slurped up, muddled with the sand and mud that she had run her hands through.  They had gone to the park every day from the moment Amy and her mother had settled in the house.  Amy rushed inside. She didn’t know where she was going but her legs carried her far and wide. The young girl wasn’t scared. She knew that her father’s eyes were on her. If anything would even dare to touch her, they’d have to mess with her big and scary daddy. No one wanted to defy him. So she was safe. It was simple. Andrew closed the door behind him and watched as Amy went to play with her building blocks. Something else that Andrew had spoiled her with. Lucky for him, he had a lot of money which went a long way and also, Amy loved everything that he gave to her.